Rick and I are out of town for an early anniversary jaunt to a city we used to live in -- Frederick, MD. Our goal -- Christmas shopping in the antique stores. We were successful (especially when I found a Fair Trade market), but one not so Christmas-y thing caught my eye. A tattoo parlor.
|Guess which good little kidlet is getting the purple otter from Kenya?|
I have three tattoos, and all are incredibly important to me for various reasons. They all came from a place of Sad, but have acted as totems or good luck charms for me. This time, I wanted to get a tattoo from a place of Happy. I'm going to have to wait until I'm home to get a decent picture, but I'll tease you with the ones I most certainly did NOT get:
|(Sorry, no warrior princess this time)|